I Got A Bug

In case I don't survive the night I thought I should at least let someone know what has happened to me today. I literally caught a bug and will probably die.

Out at a hospital sight deep in Georgia, I am taking photos while they build a temporary facility to be used by the hospital as a triage unit since their original buildings were wiped out by a one minute tornado. Construction crews are everywhere scurrying to finish by tomorrow (no way) with a storm brewing in the air. Poo man came by to dump the porta stinks. Death is now in the air. I manuever to get a better shot near Johnny-On-The-Spot and get punched in the snoz with the stink. As I gasp and make an utteral sound of disgust, an object flies into my mouth and gets stuck in the back of my throat. Now I feel it moving. I don't like it. It is alive.

Trying hard to expell the creature from my neck, perhaps a young bird, I mistakenly manage to swallow the beast instead. In all reality it was probably a bug that ended belly up in my gullet, but being at a hospital site of infectious diseases and mold and mildew and decay while poo man extracts the worse of mankind collected in vats, this bug could have been munching on any or all of these items, which is now directly deposited in me.

Goodbye cruel world. See you on the other side.